Page 23 of Full Mountie

She twists her body, sliding her leg over mine until she’s straddling me, a welcome, soft weight in my lap that feels just right.

Her mouth is demanding as she rubs herself up and down my jean-clad cock. It’s an exquisite torture, but this isn’t about my pleasure. Not tonight. Beth’s enthusiasm is a precious gift I intend to reward, handsomely—but there’s that damn voice in my head reminding me we need to talk.

Tangling my fingers in her hair, I hold her in place as I ease away from her. “Beautiful, I want you more than my next breath, but I don’t want to fuck this up by taking things so far you’ll end up with regrets.”

She presses her fingers to my lips and gives me a no-nonsense look that makes my dick throb. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you. Don’t hold back. I want it all.”

Then she’ll have it, damn it. Skimming my fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, I pull it up and off.

I release the front clasp of her bra and slide it down her arms, exposing the most glorious pair of breasts I think I’ve ever seen. I lean forward and suck a nipple into my mouth as I cup her other breast.

She resumes her maddening grind in my lap, rubbing herself harder and faster. If I let her go on much longer, I’m going to come in my jeans.

Grabbing her by the hips, I hold Beth tight to my body and rise from the sofa. I don’t bother to ask where her bedroom is—the options tend to be limited in apartments like this, and I’m right. I find it on the first guess.

I lay her on the bed and immediately turn my attention to getting her all the way naked. Her jeans are a bit on the snug side, so it takes a little effort for me to shimmy them down her legs. But damn, is it ever worth it.

Live, naked Beth exceeds my fantasies by many orders of magnitude, and I take a moment to appreciate the view.

I pull my recently-added emergency in-case-of-Beth condom from my wallet and toss it on the bed before stripping down.

She smiles at me, slow and sultry. An invitation she doesn’t need to issue twice. Taking hold of her ankles, I ease them apart and kneel in the space between.

She’s wet and glistening. I stroke my fingers irreverently over her outer lips, where her soft skin meets delicate curls. She shivers as I stroke her, parting her folds so I can find more of that slippery wetness.

“Tell me what you like,” I say, my voice catching. I can’t wait to taste her, but I don’t want to rush, either.

“That feels good.” She takes a deep breath as I delve deeper, gathering moisture with the tip of my finger and swirling it up to her clit.

“Oh, you like that, too,” I murmur. She’s responsive, quivering as I rub on either side, finding all the spots I should explore with my tongue.

“More,” she breathes, and that’s my cue. I lean in and follow the same path with my mouth, outside first, then in, starting lower, where she’s wet for me, and so fucking delicious.

Then higher, where I need to be more gentle, because her clit is throbbing now, hard and eager but oh so sensitive.

Back and forth I go, in lazy figure eights until she starts lifting her hips to meet my tongue, my mouth, and then I kiss her deeper. I fuck her with my tongue and suck her clit into my mouth, but I don’t let her have either of those long enough to get herself off on my face.

There’s plenty of time for that in the future. Beth can ride me whenever she wants. I’m already addicted to the taste of her. But I want more tonight. I ease off and she protests, so I dive back in, playfully this time.

I love the way she squirms and tries to push my head down when I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. All restless and desperate. I should make her come, but I want her all on edge when I finally take her.

“Lachlan,please.” She sounds desperate. Perfect.

I pull back far enough to see her face and she bangs her head against the pillow as she lets out a frustrated growl.

“Please, what?” I ask. I know what she wants, but I need to hear it. Both for my ego, and my overactive sense of responsibility that wants her enthusiastic consent to my cock in her pussy.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer. Get up here.”

Close enough.

I lean in for a final taste of her before slowly kissing my way up her body. So many sensitive places that make her squirm and giggle, and I linger in each newly discovered spot. The crease where her thigh meets her body—I’m fascinated that she only reacts on the one side. The nip of her waist—both sides.

By the time I reach her breasts, she’s writhing beneath me. I circle one nipple with my tongue as I tease the other with a finger. Her hips rock and I latch onto her and suck hard while I glide my hand down to her pussy. I dip a finger in and out, coating it in her cream.

I press my finger to her lips. “See how good you taste.” She licks and sucks at my finger, and my heart hammers in my chest. The look in her eyes nearly takes me apart as she swallows eagerly. I want to bury myself hard and deep inside her body, her soul.

Instead, I pull back, taking a moment to put on the condom and slow down.

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